Chapter 84

"Kiss her!" the female cadets squealed.

Liu Hane Dong smacked a kiss on Ma Ling's face, and the applause broke out again.

"Give her a shot!" the male cadets cheered, this time causing a burst of laughter.

The cadets walked past Ma Ling's bus one by one, using the transparent tape they had prepared to stick the red roses, small notes, and ribbons on the front and sides of the bus. Soon, the bus was decorated in a colorful, almost Pakistani style.

Zhao Liangxuan winked at Liu Hane Dong and pointed to the watch on her wrist.

Liu Hane Dong understood and said to Ma Ling, "I have to go, I have a mission."

"Okay, go quickly," Ma Ling said understandingly.

Beside them, Lu Jianxian's face turned pale and then red. Seeing the romantic and warm scene, he felt like a clown and wished he could find a crack to hide in. He turned around with the flowers in his hands, but was blocked by several police officers.

"Kid, you dare to have designs on our boss Ma Zi? Are you tired of living? Wait, I won't beat you today while in uniform, but if I see you again, I'll beat you to death!" This was said by Chang Jin, who was known for his bullying and thuggish behavior.

Lu Jianxian was a refined person and would not directly confront Chang Jin, a thug. He held his breath, his lungs almost bursting with anger. In the past, the BMW and roses tactic had always worked, deceiving many innocent girls and then abandoning them. He never thought it would fail this time.

Time was running out. The cadets quickly boarded the bus. Before leaving, Sui Muxin kicked Lu Jianxian's BMW, triggering a series of alarm sounds.

Three buses drove away, and the cadets inside were laughing and singing. Ma Ling also got on the bus, started it, and continued her work.

Lu Jianxian and his "reporters" left in a hurry, and the bus station returned to its usual tranquility.

...

The police buses arrived at the grand hall on time for the meeting, which was a mandatory event for all units. The police work was heavy, and frontline personnel were too busy to attend, so the police academy students were called in to fill the seats, making the event look grand and impressive.

Some of the cadets were not very obedient and took the opportunity to smoke and chat outside while using the restroom, including Liu Hane Dong, Lin Lianan, and Wang Jinshui.

"Xiao Wang, what kind of background do you have? Why did you decide to become a police officer?" Lin Lianan asked, passing a cigarette.

"I don't have a big background. My family runs a business, but they feel that business people have no status and are always bullied, no matter how much money they make. My father wanted me to become a civil servant, but I don't have the ability, so I decided to become a special police officer first and then try to transfer to a police station later," Lin Lianan said frankly.

The two of them were discussing how to build connections and find ways to advance, but Liu Hane Dong was drawn to a conversation behind the flower bed.

It was between two first-class police inspectors, both in neat uniforms with shiny shoes, clearly high-ranking officials from the provincial department.

"I just saw Zhang Y森 from the police academy."

"Oh, how is Old Zhang doing?"

"Still the same, barely alive, not even a professor. Sigh, he used to be the youngest company commander in the entire military district, highly praised by the military commander. If it weren't for the incident, he would be at least a major general now."

"That incident was clearly a setup, but he has bad luck and a stubborn personality. He never respected his superiors, so it's no surprise he ended up like this."

"Indeed, as the saying goes, 'The tallest tree is the first to be cut down.'"

The two police officers finished their cigarettes and went inside to listen to the report. Liu Hane Dong also came to a realization about why he was appointed as the squad leader.

Back in the hall, Zhang Y森 sat straight, his temples gray under his police cap, his deep eyes hiding countless stories of past grievances and conflicts.

...

After the grand hall meeting, the training team resumed their intense training. Besides the regular shooting practice, they also learned new CQB (Close Quarters Battle) indoor close combat and riot control tactics, such as the shield formation.

From pistols, riot guns, submachine guns, and assault rifles to batons, emergency sticks, shields, pepper spray, and even grenades, light machine guns, and sniper rifles, the cadets studied and practiced all these weapons. However, the most frequent practice was in riot control, wearing black Kevlar riot gear and holding acrylic shields and batons to simulate suppressing riots.

Liu Hane Dong excelled in shooting, with quick draws and accurate shots at 150 meters, earning the admiration of his classmates and the appreciation of the instructors.

"You, it's a waste not to be a reconnaissance soldier," Zhang Y森 said.

"Coach Zhang, show us your skills," the cadets said, no longer fearing Zhang Y森 and even joking with him.

Zhang Y森 seemed to be in high spirits, took an 81-barreled rifle, and shot at a steel target 200 meters away. The target fell with a bang, earning a round of applause.

"This is just basic stuff. In real combat, if you can use 10% of what you've learned, you're a good soldier," Zhang Y森 said with a faint smile.

"Coach Zhang, have you been in combat?" Zhao Liangxuan asked.

"Yes, we were a truckload of new recruits heading to Vietnam when we were ambushed. First, landmines, then machine guns and rocket launchers. The whole truckload of people didn't even have time to take off the safety on their guns before they were all killed, except for me," Zhang Y森 said, his face expressionless, as if it had nothing to do with him.

The students looked at each other, the brutality of war far exceeding their imagination. Zhang Y森, who had survived the bloodbath, was indeed cold and stern.

"How many Vietnamese did you kill, Coach Zhang?" another student asked.

Zhang Y森 shook his head. "Who remembers how many people they've killed? It's enough to survive. I remember one time, we didn't know the Vietnamese had a battalion in our front lines. Our country is richer than Vietnam, so we didn't count the cost of the artillery shells. After a full barrage, the Vietnamese didn't move, all like Qiu Shaoyun... After that battle, we picked up over 500 brass bullet casings from their Soviet aid as souvenirs, and their red star caps, which looked a lot like ours, felt very strange."

Everyone fell silent, wondering how two socialist countries with the same red star could end up fighting each other.

...

The three-month intensive training was coming to an end, and it was already April. The 150 cadets were about to start their final internship. They would be divided into several small teams to assist traffic police, patrol police, criminal police, and public security teams in handling illegal gatherings, providing security for airports and important meetings, and setting up checkpoints for inspections. This was their final exam, which would count for a significant portion of their overall score.

The task assignments were random. Most were assigned to important departments like the provincial government and the airport, while some were assigned to the public security team to handle anti-prostitution and anti-gang activities. Liu Hane Dong and a few familiar classmates were assigned to the traffic and patrol police, setting up a checkpoint at the highway toll gate outside the city.

Their team consisted of six people, with Liu Hane Dong as the leader, and the members were Lin Lianan, Wang Jinshui, Chang Jin, and Sui Muxin, with the last member being the female police officer Zhao Liangxuan.

Since it was a real mission, the cadets were fully equipped, wearing Kevlar helmets, training uniforms, combat boots, and police gear, including handcuffs, radios, batons, and flashlights. They also had a 79 submachine gun without ammunition hanging around their necks, looking very impressive.

It was the first time the cadets appeared in full gear in public, and they felt quite proud, standing near the toll gate and attracting the attention of passing vehicles, especially Zhao Liangxuan, who was not only sweet but also tall and looked very impressive in her training uniform with a submachine gun.

The five male special police officers were all over 1.8 meters tall, with their helmets strapped under their chins and tactical gloves on their hands, ready to fire their submachine guns, looking very intimidating.

A city bus passed by, and the girls inside took photos of the special police officers. Lin Lianan, feeling very proud, gave them a V sign and said, "If we had anti-terror masks, it would be perfect."

Wang Jinshui said, "Forget it, with masks, we'd be terrorists."

Lin Lianan said, "What do you know? With masks, we'd be counter-terrorists, not terrorists."

Zhao Liangxuan, not understanding, asked Liu Hane Dong, "Squad Leader, what are they talking about?"

"T is for Terrorists, and CT is for Counter-Terrorists. It means terrorists and counter-terrorists," Liu Hane Dong explained, having played many such games in high school.

"Squad Leader, your English pronunciation is so standard, and they are so knowledgeable," Zhao Liangxuan said, looking at Liu Hane Dong with admiration.

"Ha, they learned it from playing games," Liu Hane Dong said dismissively.

Suddenly, two cars came from the city direction and stopped in front of the highway bureau building. A middle-aged man, dressed in a way that made him hard to remember, hurried over and said, "Who told you to stand here? Get out of here!"

"Who are you?" Liu Hane Dong asked, sensing he was from the system.

The man showed his police ID: "Narcotics Control, Geng Zhi."

The six cadets stood at attention. Geng Zhi was the head of the Narcotics Control Unit, known for his bravery and having survived seven bullets and three grenade fragments.

"Geng Chief, please give us instructions," Liu Hane Dong said.

"Get out of here. We have a mission. You're dressed like this, it's like you're guarding the gate. This will just make the criminals desperate," Geng Zhi said, clearly angry.

Liu Hane Dong quickly led his team away. Although Geng Zhi was not his direct superior, he knew better than to argue in such a situation.

The special police officers retreated into the highway office building and watched the situation from the window.

Twenty minutes later, a black Hyundai Santa Fe SUV drove into the toll gate. At this time, there were only two open lanes, one of which was malfunctioning. The SUV was the only vehicle on the vast, empty land outside the toll gate.

Suddenly, two cars rushed out from the side, blocking the SUV from both sides. Narcotics police officers, wearing black bulletproof vests, leaned out of their cars, guns in hand, ordering the people in the SUV to stop and not move.

A container truck also blocked the road ahead.

The intern special police officers watched the scene with intense tension, their adrenaline pumping.

The drug dealers in the SUV clearly refused to surrender, firing two shots, but missing. The narcotics police officers immediately dropped to the ground. Then the SUV exploded, probably due to the drug dealers detonating a grenade.

Another Jeep Wrangler SUV charged out of the toll gate, breaking the barrier and heading for the roadside, trying to break through the guardrails and escape into the nearby fields.

The narcotics police officers opened fire, the gunshots sounding like New Year's fireworks in the open field.

"Go!" Liu Hane Dong, unable to contain his fighting spirit, rushed out, followed by Lin Lianan and the others. Only Sui Muxin, trembling with fear, remained behind, his pants already wet.